College classmate came to my room to do homework.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Without bothering to check who it was, Mitchell swung it open to find Emily standing there, hercurvy figure hugged tightly by a simple white tee and ripped jeans. “Hey Mitch,” she purred, biting her plump bottom lip. “I was hoping we could study together?”
widened his eyes in surprise. Emily had never visited his dorm room before, much less come knocking on his door. They had been classmates for years, often chatting and flirting between lectures. But that was as far as it had ever gone. “Uhh, sure Em! Come on in…” he stumbled over his words, stepping aside to let her enter.
The petite brunette sauntered past him, her hip brushing against his crotch. He tried to ignore the way his cock twitched in response, the blush rising to his cheeks. Emily plopped down on his bed, crossing her long legs. “Change your mind?” she teased, noticing his red face. “I’m just kidding, Mitch,” she giggled, patting the mattress. “Sit with me?”
tuck his arousal and perched beside her. Nervously, he scratched the back of his neck. “So, uh, what’re we studying tonight?” he asked lamely. Emily shifted to face him directly, one hand coming to rest high on his thigh. “Well, for starters…” she leaned in close, her warm breath ghosting over his ear, “I want to show you what happens when you ignore a girl’s ‘hints’, Mitch…”
His mouth went dry as her hand inched higher, her fingers dancing along his hipbone. All coherent thought fled his mind, replaced with a primal urge to grab her and throw her back on the bed. But he didn’t. He sat frozen, pulse racing, as she tugged at his belt. “Mmm, someone’s packed like a snack under those pants,” Emily purred, freeing his straining erection from the confines of his boxers. “I always wondered what you were hiding down here.”
uttered a strangled groan, unable to form words as she began stroking him, her thumb swirling over the weeping tip. He bucked into her touch, hips movements involuntary. Emily grinned wickedly, guiding his hand between her parted thighs. “Touch me back,” she demanded, curling his fingers into her damp panties. They both gasped as he started rubbing her slick folds.
She couldn’t take it any longer. Emily shimmied out of her jeans and panties, tossing them aside carelessly. “Now fuck me like you mean it, Mitch. I want to feel that cock stretching me open. Show me how bad you want me,” she panted heavily, guiding his length to her entrance.
Feasted his eyes on the glistening pink flesh waiting for him. Emily was dripping wet already, thighs quivering with need. Hiking up her shirt revealed perky tits capped with rosy nipples, begging for his mouth. seamed to plaster her from behind, entering her with one smooth thrust. They both moaned as he hilted deep inside her tight heat. “God, your dick feels amazing…” she arched her back, taking him to the root. “Now put your mouth on my nipples and don’t stop till I say,” she ordered breathlessly.
was happy to oblige. He nibbled and sucked at the sensitive buds, tugging them between his teeth. Emily clamped down on him like a vice, rhythmically squeezing his shaft as he pounded away. The slick sounds of their coupling filled the room, a lewd symphony. “Fuck yes,” she hissed, rolling her hips, desperate to feel him even deeper. “Mitch, I’m gonna cum…” she warned, hands fisting in his sheets.
He could feel it too – that telltale tensing in his balls, the pull of his impending release. “Tell me when to pull out,” he warned tightly, more a request than a command. Emily barely registered his words, lost to the powerful grip of her climax. She screamed his name, back bowing as she shook apart on his cock, inner muscles milking him. “Inside! I want your cum inside!” she hissed deliriously, pulling him impossibly closer.
With a feral snarl, he buried his face in her neck and jackhammered into her, losing the battle against his own release. Emily could only mewl approvingly as he filled her, molten seed painting her walls. They collapsed together, heaving breaths mingling, heartbeats pounding an erratic rhythm. He’d never felt so satisfied…or so conflicted. What now? Would this change everything between them? Only one way to find out…
The rest of the night was a blur of tangled limbs and sweat-slicked skin, as they pawed and sucked and fucked in every imaginable position. By morning, Emily looked completely debauched – sack lines on her thighs, hickies blooming like constellations across her skin. She kissed him lazily as she pulled on her clothes. “Same time tomorrow, stud?” she teased, disappearing out the door with a wink.
Didn’t see that coming, he thought, flopping back on the bed with a shit-eating grin. Better clear his schedule. Clearly their study sessions would be getting a bit more…intense from now on. Class was definitely in session.
